Samara sighed as she sat down on a chair and Alucard came out from the dark.
She hated the days and she couldn't sleep that much anymore. God, she missed the sun.
She still rememberd it's warmth towards her skin.

"What are you thinking?"Alucard asked while watching her and she looked at him.
"Why don't you just read my minds?"she said and smiled a little.
"Because you are getting to good on blocking me pet."he said and she looked down.
"Sorry master."she said with a whisper.
"Don't be sorry...It's a good thing."he said and she looked at him again.

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((Course you can add a new character. But I was wondering if could be a human...we're sorta short on them. Is that ok?))

The tall, lithe woman strode down the marble floored hallway. Her high heels clacking against the cold hard floor. Her red dress clung tightly to her figure, a split up the side showed just the right amount of flesh. Her long black hair was tied up neatly, business like. Stopping at a large metallic door, she lifted up a small plastic card and swiped it into a small machine on the wall on the right hand side of the door.

The door opened with a hiss and a small gust of air caught her face. She stepped inside the large room and smiled. Two out of three of her bodyguards were inside, training. "Alucard, Samara. How goes the training" her voice was dark and husky, but had an authortitave tone to it.

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"It's going perfect. Samara is doing just fine."Alucard said and Samara looked down a little.
"Thank you master."she whisperd and stood up.

She still feelt funny sometimes...When she got here her human master was 12 years old and now she was 32.
Samara was older yes but she looked a lot younger. Many people who had been there and was in fact human had
many times thought she was her daughter, Samara hated that.

Alucard was watching Samara closely and then looked to his master. "What can we do for you today?"he asked and watched her.

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"To the point as always Alucard." she smiled thinly as she moved closer towards them both.

She had a very strange relationship with these two Vampires. Samara was a young adult when her father brought her to work for him. They grew up together, people often mistook them for sisters and latterly mother and daughter.
That bothered her, Elizabeth Crowley was a proud woman and certainly didn't feel or look her 32 years. At least that's what she thought to herself.

"I have a small job for you both. A couple of ex-employees of mine have betrayed me and this company. I want them dead." Elizabeth held out her arm, inside her hand there was a A1 sheet of paper. "All the details on there. I trust this is not a problem?"

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Alucard smirked and looked to the papers. "Of course not.We could use some..."he said and looked to Elizabeth again "Fun."


Samara looked to Alucard, she loved that smirk. She took the papers and looked threw them a little quick. "With pleasure, I need to get outside."she said and looked at Elizabeth.
Alucard watched Samara again...that hate came out of her again and he smirked widley while getting it all inside of himself. Samara never had accepted the fact of being a vampire, he knew she was diffrent from others and that fascinated him.
He also knew that Elizabeth disliked his relationship to Samara, the things he was thinking every time he looked into Samaras eyes.

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(Oh, I have a small idea, possibly could I have a Vampire-human relationship?)

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I was cured all right.

Here are my bios:

Name: Shaniya Vellet
Age: 25
Human/Vampire/Mage: Human
Appearance: curly dark brown hair, brown eyes, really pretty, about 5'6
Enslaved/Rebel: Human Rebel
Brief History: She was born in London and moved to England with her Brother, James, and her father when she was 10. Her mother died from influenza when Shaniya was 6. They had lived in England for 5 years, when news broke out that there was a vampire living in their small town. Instead of moving the family, Shaniya's father set up his own house security and tight rules for the family. One summer Shaniya went to visit her grandparents. She left her father and brother in the town. When she got back she found her father dead and her brother missing. She searched for three years for him and in an unfortunate meeting with one particular cunning vampire found out that her brother was now a vampire. She now lives to find and kill the human master who ordered the vampire who broke apart her family.

Other Info: She will do anything, even make deals with rebel vampires to find and save the fate of herself.

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Name: Layden Cowell
Age: 900
Human/Vampire/Mage: Vampire
Appearance: black razored hair that falls into his eyes, peircing light blue eyes, pale skin, handsome features, 5'8, muscular
Enslaved/Rebel: Rebel
Brief History: He was 17 when he was bit- it was a woman vampire, Jade Rossum, who he thought was normal. He loved her and wanted to marry her, but on their wedding day, she bit him and forever ruined his life. Jade abandoned him and Layden recently found out that she had died. Now he lives hidden in London, rebelling against the Mages and Humans, ensnaring them.

OTHER: He falls in love with at Human rebel- Shaniya.



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DAY BEFORE: Memory-so to speak
Shaniya pulled her hair out of her face and bent low over the manilla folder on her coffee table. She saw the sunken eyes and brown hair of her brother. He was 20 now- a young vampire, but still a vampire. She was flying to Los Angeles from London in the morning, that's where he was last said to be seen. She was hoping nothing would go wrong, but with vampires, nothing was predictable.
"James, you better be ok." She said, taking a bite of the mint chocolate chip icecream she was eating.
All her things were packed and were lying by the door, that included her protection items. Shutting the folder Shaniya stood up and went to her bedroom, and crawled into bed.

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Layden watched the apartments in Los Angeles. The lights slowly shut off one-by-one. His mouth formed a smile over his sharp teeth. The black curtains were drawn and the darkness of his apartment was more than noticeable. It was quite messy, but at 900, Layden barely cared about his apartment. He looked about 30 but had lived for sometime. He had watched the prejudices of vampires come and go.
Layden twirled a amulet of sorts around his pale fingers. Then caught it and clutched the cold metal in the palm of his hands.
"C'est de la vie et de la mort-n'oublie pas cela." He whispered and let the amulet fall to the floor. It was the only thing Layden remembered about the day he was sired. The love of his life, Jade, said it to him in a voice he will never forget. She said it after she bit him and before she ran.
It's about Life and Death- never forget that. Layden thought mentally. It still haunted him.

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((Thanks for joining..you characters are fine. I just would have preferred it if you waited for me to approve them before posting. But what's done is done I spose.))

((Frost...yeah that'll be fine))

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Ahhhhhh.......

In that case, age is now 1,013, and she was born of a female and male vampire, just like any other creature....... Forget the Van Helsing c rap, they're born 'alive', since they're never really undead.......

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For God so loved the world, that He gave His only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in Him shall not die, but have everlasting Life. ~John 3:16~





~The Mercenary A-U Gentlewoman~

[question what city are they in?]

The slightly bulging, nondescript brown sack bounced against the vampire's hip, where he had secured it earlier. He banked his wings in a sharp turn, landing on the rooftop of his mistress, Elizabeth Crowley.

Ehafel Nacht lifted his pale face to the full moon, basking in its radiant vitality. The moonlight kissed his black wings, bleaching the tips silver. He shifted and, as if reminding him of his task, the brown sack banged against his hip again. He ran a hand through his blond crimson-streaked hair before leaping lightly down to an open window and slipping in.

He emerged in a hallway and proceeded briskly down, shrinking his wings into his back with a morbid crunch of cartilage as he walked. He came to the door of a large room and peered inside.

"Mistress Crowley, I have finished," he said in a low voice, waiting for permission to enter.

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(can i join? i have no time to post my bio right now tho...)

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oh! i'm really sorry! i could totally delete my posts, they aren't majorly importante! sorry!

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Name: Jerome Krull.

Age: 87 (By vampiric years)

Race: sired into a vampire.

Rebel/Slave: Rebel.

Appearence: Long blonde hair, hanging down to the small of his slender back, while his eyes are a brilliant icy blue, with very pale skin, almost like marble.

Clothes: Jerome wears a long black robe that falls to his knees, while underneath a dark brown shirt can be seen. Loose trousers are worn under this long tunic. Around his neck, he wears a celtic crucifix, adorned with three sapphires.

Weapons: A long jagged sword is worn around his waist, and he carries a small dagger engraved with Elvish writing..

History: Jerome was born in the far North, to a blacksmith, and a maid. His parents forced him to work hard as an assistant in the blacksmiths shop, he didn't find this experience very enjoyable, as he would rather have been playing with his younger brother, Nikoli.
When Jerome was seventeen, his family was murdered by four soldiers sent by the overlord Vladamir, who wished them dead, because they disobeyed his commands to hand over their sons to his army.
Jerome ran away from the village when he witnessed his families murder, becoming thief of the upper-class people. A few years later, Jerome was on the edge of a small wood finding a place to rest for the night, when after turning back a few times, thinking he was being followed, Jerome was attacked by a figure leaping out of the shadows. Trying to fight of the attacker, he drew a small dagger but the intruder took no notice, and merely batted the dagger away, pinning Jerome against the tree, and biting his neck. Without waiting, the attacker suddenly ran away, vanishing back into the woods.
From that day on, Jerome realised that he had been bitten by a vampire, and spent four years trying to track down the one who had sired him... finding him at last as he entered a small Inn. Without thinking, Jerome jumped at the vampire plunged the small dagger into his heart.
From then on, Jerome continued his life as a thief, living in tiny Inns' about the country.

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To get back my youth I would do anything in the world, exept, take exercise, get up early or be respectable ~Oscar Wilde~

((Ah more people joining excellent and ty.))

(Amoniel..Nah it's okay, don't delete them)

(LDM..I was thinking Los Angeles)

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Name:Raekin
Age: unknown
Human/Vampire/Mage:vampire
Appearance: http://img165.imageshack.us/img165/1280 ... 17lts9.jpg
Enslaved/Rebel: rebel
Brief History: he has fought for his life so many times that that became his life, his every day thing. A way of life. He has been doing it for so long that he forgot everything and just did what he had to do not to be enslaved by the mages...

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I was cured all right.